The weather is awful. I don't like November - it's such a sad month... There is only one person who managed to show me its cold beauty and convinced me to admired it - L.M. Montgomery. I've just read her book called "The blue Castle" and these few lines about November changed my attitude.. :)
November--with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky
red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills.
With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious
in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes--days full
of a fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless
gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches,
lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of
the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise.
Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape
and dream about the lake.
red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills.
With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious
in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes--days full
of a fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless
gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches,
lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of
the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise.
Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape
and dream about the lake.
I wish our sky was turquoise in November...
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OdpowiedzUsuńI really want to read this book! Let mi have it! ;p
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